After two weeks of incredibly beautiful fall weather, it appears we may be heading into the system affected by Hurricane Patricia. Could be a lot of rain and drizzle; could be worse. But we leave Stone Mountain after a gorgeous weekend. Yesterday we returned to the Country Living Fair for a short time, and lots more "I could make that" (but probably won't.) I met Linda G. Davis, a Sister on the Fly who has been a Facebook friend for a while, and checked out her vintage-trailer-turned-art-studio and also bought her book, Celtic Portal: Receptor. In the afternoon, our niece Natalie and fiance Terry came out and we got a little tour of a couple of great trailers: Rebecca's 'Bookmobile' and Margie's new and beautiful Airstream.

One mystery of the day was never solved on our part. In the morning, we heard a siren and saw a police car turn into the campground. This was followed by at least five more squad cars and a couple of medical units. We never heard an ambulance leave, nor were able to find out what happened. Seems like six police cars signaled something major.

We ended up with a late supper because the firewood purchased from the campground turned out to be very wet pine and only cooked our hamburgers with the help of half a bag of charcoal and a large dose of lighter fluid.

But it has been an amazing--a sadly overused word--experience for me. As I said yesterday, I wish I could have heard everyone's story. It will certainly affect my next book, Trailer on the Fly.